Holy #*!@*% . What did I just get myself into? Clearly it's my fault. I have been talking all year about how I am going to do this tri AND I at the same time I didn't workout. I decided that beer, playtime, and long evenings of reading or hanging out with my husband would be better instead. But after I take accountability for those choices I am going to blame Shelby. On Tuesday at work she told me to stop being a pussy and live life. Boom. Challenge accepted.
So this morning I decided I should probably at least try swimming again. The Lifetime pool doesn't open until 5am so I did 2 miles on the treadmill before my swim. Fuck. Yup. It was insanely rough. Swimming was a joke. The miles were hard with lots of sweating and very slow and then when I got into the pool I was still not even close to recovered from my run AND it had been over 10 minutes!! If the struggle bus passed by I would of jumped on it to at least give me a little boost in life.
Yesterday I was excited & and little worried. Today -- I am terrified. Yikes....clearly...this story will be continued.
1. Family reading time
Yesterday evening we decided to try out family reading time. We all grabbed books and sat in Cameron and Owen's room and tried to read silently for awhile. Jack went from book to book and on and off Owen's bed but the rest of us had some quality reading time. I hope we can incorporate this into our daily routine. It was pretty wonderful.
2. 45 minute drive home
It only took 45 minutes to drive and grab Jack from daycare and get home after work yesterday. With all of the tornados in central Indiana (including right next to the hospital) I was pleasantly surprised how quickly I made it back. As a side note -- I love working at CHE and with my coworkers.
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| We made it to the "safe place" late and we were shocked how many people were down in the basement. #eyebagsfordays. #damn |
Yesterday after dinner we all played. Usually the adults are trying to get dishes completed, take baths or just "get through the hour." Last night we just got on the floor and played.
4. "Proud to be your son"
I frequently tell the boys that I am proud to be their mom and usually one of them replies, "I am proud to be your son." These moments are frequent and always warm my heart. I am truly proud to be their mom.
5. all of the words
Jack is talking more and more every day. I love this sweet little crazy one. For sure he is the craziest of all three boys. Not only that but I am sure his #1 wish would that the three of them could be triplets. When I pick him up from daycare and we head down the hallway after our many "good-byes" he immediately asks for Cameron and Owen. I don't know what I will do when I have another full blown talker on my hands.
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